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(Translation by Sam Abrams)

Two teeth have left
a trace of pomegranate
on my breast, when you still
have none to sink
into what is melting away.
MOTTO (Translation by Sam Abrams)

I am grateful to fate for three gifts: to have been born a woman,
from the working class and an oppressed nation.

And the turbid azure of being three times a rebel.